It was a hot summer day. A crow was very thirsty. He flew here and there in search of water. He could not find the water. He sat on a branch of a tree. There was a pitcher under the tree. There was some water in the pitcher. He was very happy to see the pitcher. He tried to drink water but the level of water was low. His beak could not reach the water in the pitcher. He thought a plan. He dropped some pebbles in the pitcher one by one. The level of water rose up. the crow drank the water and flew away.
Moral of the story
Where there is a will, there is a way.
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